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Nikko thinks it’s a very bad idea to move to a place where the national (winter) sport is hockey. Far worse to live where the hockey team’s name is Maple Leafs. Who the hell carries a team name that isn’t only lame, but is grammatically incorrect as well? His *mocking* words, future home, not mine. He said he would have accepted the news lightly if I had told him that I’ll be moving to New York instead. Canada is sad ass. I said it won’t be once I’m there. I’ll make it cool. Good luck with that; they’ve been trying for years. I’m sure it’ll be great. Some cool people are from Canada. And where are they now? States.

Why are you leaving? What do you mean why? Is it for vacation? No. It’s for good. Nooo. What, is it for bad? No, it’s for very bad.

I’ve got family in Canada. And you dared insult the place. We’ve disowned them.

Let’s ship Vane to Canada to take your place. And where will I go? Singapore, where Vane is supposed to be. Much closer to the Philippines; you’ll be easier to visit. Shady plan. And I’ll have one more reason why I shouldn’t go to Canada: my ex is there. I’ll make you a new list of reasons why you should visit Canada. Number 1, I’m there. And if I do visit, what will we do there? Sit around and watch Canada? No. We’ll watch hockey.

Here’s what you should do. Stay. Sell the house. I wouldn’t do that. Listen. Half of the money goes to your parents. Let’s buy a 2-bedroom condo with the other half. One room is yours, another’s mine ‘cause it’s my idea. You’re leaving something out of the equation. What? My brothers? Ah they’re grown ups. They can handle themselves. .

Why Canada? Why Toronto? What’s in Toronto? University of Toronto? What the hell? There’s university of – anywhere! Don’t one day tell me that you’re going to Ethiopia just because there’s University of Ethiopia! It’s not just any university. It’s University of Toronto. Study in UP instead. I’ll shoulder your tuition. Oh wait, no, maybe your allowance? Come to think of it, maybe just your fare.

Plan B. What if you just get away for a while, then let’s tell your parents we got married. Nikko. That will only make them take you with us to Canada. Oh shit.

Plan C. Work, save money, move to New York, buy an apartment there then I’ll quit my job and crash at your place. Then what? Then probably after 5 years, I’ll start contributing for groceries. Make that 10. NO.

Aside from this, most of the conversation’s tone was rather depressing. I told him he’s not making me feel any better. I’d be the one leaving; I’d be the one all alone in a foreign country trying to make new friends while all my good ones are here, together, and he's trying to make it sound like it's all my fault. He said I should let him be pikon for a while. Next time he sees or calls me, that’s when he’ll tell me that everything will work out. That this really is for the best as the term for good suggests, but that now, he’s simply pissed. As a joke, he asked why my parents didn’t consult him first so he could’ve told them: tito, tita, this is a very bad idea. I told him that they didn’t even consult me. And that we didn’t have a choice, really.

I wish I’ll find someone like Nikko in Canada. Someone who’ll remind me to jump when the occasion requires it, and even if it doesn’t, to leap anyway. Someone who’ll remind me of my worth, whenever I feel worthless. Someone who’ll tell me that I'm an A plus and shouldn’t waste time on C minus guys. Someone who’s always ready to boost my ego, then claim he’s only telling the truth, although I know otherwise. But like he said, there’ll be no one like him anywhere. There’s only one Nikko. And I miss him now more than ever.